Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Brooke's body is still twisted at the bottom of the stairs. Her limbs are too still. Like

a marionette with her strings cut.

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I don't even realize I've stopped breathing until my lungs start burning. I blink. Once. Twice. My brain is still back there hands fisting in each other's hair, her nails scraping my skin like a feral cat, the sick sound of her foot slipping-then that crack at the end.

My blood's rushing too loud in my ears. I can't focus. Can't think. Can't explain. And then-

"Taryn."

His voice. Deep. Cutting.

I don't realize I'm holding my breath until Enoch's scent slams into me like a fucking freight train-cedarwood and rain and something darker, hotter, wild like the way his eyes used to burn into mine before I ruined everything.

I feel him before I see him.

Fuck.

Shivers run down my spine. I don't know whether I should run downstairs or even follow Brooke in her wake. Maybe then I'd be able to escape.

Goddess, let the floor swallow me up.

I whip around. Enoch's already at the bottom of the stairs, one hand clenched into

a fist at his side, the other twitching like he's one second away from losing it. His eyes-those goddamn forest green eyes-aren't looking at Brooke. They're locked

on me.

Shit, shit, shit.

"Enoch, I didn't-I didn't push her. She just-I was trying to get my phone back and she slipped, and I swear I didn't-"

My throat is dry and I can't stop the way my chest rises, falls, then rises again like I'm breathing through a straw. My vision's tunneling. The guilt, the fear, the complete what the fuck of everything I've just done is clawing at my skin.

And then-he moves.

I flinch, instinctively bracing for a reaction, a roar, a something-but his arms are suddenly around me. I should explain. I should tell him she slipped, that I was just grabbing my phone, that her claws came out first, not mine.

"She's-she's slipped and-and... I didn't-I..." I try to let it out, but stuttering doesn;t help when my breath is ragged and I could feel my lungs closing in. I can't follow my breath and blood is getting to my head,

"I'll take care of it," he murmurs, voice low and rough, vibrating through my bones. "You don't have to say anything. I know it wasn't you."

...What?

My body stiffens. My hands are caught between our chests. My brain's lagging two seconds behind.

"Enoch-"

"She's still breathing," he says. "Barely. But she'll live."

I look down. Brooke's still out cold. Blood trickles from the side of her mouth. Her

leg's bent weird. I immediately look away before I throw up.

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Enoch's grip tighten around me, pressing his hand on the back of my neck so I'm deeper in his chest. I wanna cry, I wanna tell Enoch what I heard from Brooke.

But my mouth won't work. My brain's glitching out. I'm frozen, heart stuttering against his chest like I'm the one who tumbled down the stairs, not Brooke. He presses a kiss to my forehead. It's the kind of thing he used to do when we were still pretending we didn't feel this twisted, fucked-up magnetism pulling us together. A si fall of a sudden, the panic attack inside of me slowly rests and I could breathe properly.

But now? After everything? It hits different. Colder. Hotter. More dangerous.

fingers curling around my jaw like it's something delicate.

his arms, eyes darting to Brooke's motionless body at the foot of the stairs. Her hair's

go unconscious

fall must've

Shit.

Shitshitshit.

getting tighter, lungs shrinking like there's not enough oxygen in this palace. Or this damn room.

mean to-she came at me first-l just-my

word crashes over

isn't yelling. That's the worst part. It's soft. Controlled. Which means it's his wolf

in closer. "You're

The scratch Brooke left on my leg is stinging more than it should.

"Fuck," Enoch hisses.

And then-just like that-he crouches and lifts me into his arms like

second I'm vertical and the next I'm pressed up against his chest, my breath catching as I cling to him instinctively. "What the hell are you

he growls, like it personally offends him. Like the mere idea of me being in pain sends him into a spiral. "It's just a

now.

when we pass Jacob,

of her," Enoch barks

dead, right?” I mutter,

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like really, Taryn? but nods once. "Breathing.

attempted murder is off the

For now.

suite open like it personally insulted

and strides

is dramatic

gently, like I'm made of porcelain or whatever metaphor people use for breakable shit. My leg's still bleeding, but it's already knitting

"Stay"

not a

worse. You're a

throw herself into

fucked up at the same time." Enoch ignores me. He grabs a first aid

you know," I mutter as he kneels beside the bed, pulling my leg into

me do this

Of

drawer beside the

this is foreplay. Patch each other up. Whisper sweet

antiseptic in his hand is

He's not calm.

Not even close.

Lycan King i skneeling in front of me. I flinch at the sting and he growls, low and rough and way too possessive for someone who's supposed to

sit back while you let someone touch you like that?" His

phone back. Not because she wanted

darkens. "Wrong

his shoulder. "You can't just

tried to catfight

"You're mine."

My breath catches.

"Don't," I whisper.

I say quickly. "There's still evidence in

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the Maldives. I know

"You're not going anywhere."

voice turns feral.

"Enoch-"

One hand to my shoulder, hot and heavy, pinning me

mattress like it's nothing.

"Stay."

slices through me like ice. Not

alpha. It's king.

my spine goes straight.